treated you like a rusty blade   a throwaway from an open grave   cut you loose from a chain gang and let you go   and on the day you said it's true   some love holds, some gets used   tried to tell you i never knew   it could be so sweet   who could ever be so cruel,   blame the devil for the things you do   its such a selfish way to lose   the way you lose these wasted Blues these wasted Blues      tell me that it's nobody's fault   nobody's fault   but my own   that it's nobody's fault   nobody's fault   but my own      when the moon is a counterfeit   better find the one that fits   better find the one that lights   the way for you      when the road is full of nails,   garbage pails and darkened jails   and their tongues are full of heartless tales   that drain on you   who would ever notice you   you fade into a shaded room   it's such a selfish lose   the way you lose these wasted blues, these wasted blues      tell me that it's nobody's fault   nobody's fault   but my own   tell me that it's nobody's fault   nobody's fault   but my own tell me that it's nobody's fault   nobody's fault   but my own tell me that it's nobody's fault   nobody's fault   but my own      tell me that it's nobody's fault   nobody's fault   but my own   tell me that it's nobody's fault   nobody's fault   but my own...